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Smoke, But No Fire
Despite a spirited cast, Smokin’ Aces confuses, frustrates
BY JASON BLAIR
SMOKIN’ ACES: Written and directed by Joe Carnahan. Cinematography, Mauro Fiore. Music, Clint Mansell. Starring Ben Affleck, Jason Bateman, Common, Andy Garcia, Alicia Keys, Ray Liotta, Jeremy Piven and Ryan Reynolds. Universal Pictures, 2007. R. 108 minutes. 
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| Alicia Keys in Smokin’ Aces |
Widely thrashed as a weak hodgepodge of Quentin Tarantino films, Smokin’ Aces actually borrows from the lesser films that followed in Pulp Fiction’s wake. Tarantino’s 1994 masterpiece established a new subgenre of crime drama, one that explored the lighter, almost mundane side of violent crime via a densely threaded, non-linear plot. Tarantino tapped directly into in Seinfeld-era silliness, giving us ruthless gangsters who weren’t above debating the provenance of “royale with cheese.” Although several films built upon Tarantino’s legacy, no crime film ever exceeded Pulp Fiction for the sheer audacity of its humor, vulnerability and complexity. Smokin’ Aces, as a mere imitation of imitations, has very little (if anything) original to offer. It aspires to the style of Ocean’s Eleven and the complexity of Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, but falls short of even Boondock Saints or the forgettable 2 Days in the Valley. It’s a confused and confusing picture.
In fact, the principal joy of Smokin’ Aces is trying to guess which actor will show up next. Aces boasts an impressive cast of both familiar and upcoming performers. Along with crusty veterans Ray Liotta and Andy Garcia (who continues his remarkable run of playing the same character in every film), stars of both television (Jason Bateman) and hip hop (Common, Alicia Keys) make important contributions. As yet another gun battle ensues in Aces, you might find yourself jarred awake by such questions as: Is that Matthew Fox from Lost? (Yes, in an unbilled cameo.) Is Jason Bateman really wearing women’s underpants? (Again, yes, and it’s hilarious.) Do I really believe Alicia Keys as a contract killer? (Almost, but not quite.) And, most crucially, will Ben Affleck botch his accent? (Incredibly, he doesn’t.)
The story within Smokin’ Aces is simple. Buddy “Aces” Israel (a debaucherous Jeremy Piven), the hottest illusionist in Las Vegas, succumbs to delusions of grandeur and gets too cozy with the mob. Naturally, things get out of hand for Buddy, who hasn’t a clue about organized crime. In order to avoid jail time, Buddy agrees to testify, after which he’s whisked to an FBI safehouse (a Lake Tahoe penthouse suite). Once the mob learns of Buddy’s whereabouts, it’s a footrace for every crazed contract killer imaginable to claim the bounty of the “great white whale of snitches.” A simple plot, perhaps. But writer/director Joe Carnahan employs the prismatic narrative approach made so famous by Tarantino, in which a single sequence gets multiple renderings from various points of view.
It’s all fun for a while as Carnahan lays out the basis for his greasy, gritty tale of corruption. But the film turns ultra-violent in the middle, finding hopelessness instead of meaning, and toward the end it gropes for a conscience that hasn’t been properly established. The final scenes contain a ridiculous attempt to restore innocence and sanity to the film, but the further wrongs don’t make things right.
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